After a while, he finally heard his "master"'s somewhat urgent call.

"...William? William? That's great, we've made contact... If everything goes well, come back soon, good boy! Be careful not to shout too loudly, or reveal your presence -"

The ferocious demon lying on the ground showed a terrifying and terrifying smile.

"Uh-oh-wow-"

He imitated the old Hook Demon and responded with meaningless sounds like a baby crying or a puppy whimpering.

The curse master on the opposite side obviously didn't expect it.

"Hey, hey, stop shouting. I'm going to pull you back now, don't move around..."

He launched the counter-summoning spell without warning.

The surrounding space seemed to be misaligned and cracked. It was like the feeling of weightlessness and overweight in an elevator, except that the "direction source" of that feeling was behind me.

It was as if he was suddenly "pulled backward" by a huge force and dragged far behind.

What suddenly appeared in front of Aiwass was a middle-aged man in his fifties with a brown face and large gemstone rings on all ten fingers.

He looks slightly fat, with a round belly and a slightly stooped back. His black curly hair is a little oily, and his small eyes are dark and focused, and not much of the white of his eyes can be seen. If it weren't for his dress being too wealthy, this would

His face can only remind people of a kind and honest country man. Even if the things he wears look expensive, he has just become a rich country gentleman.

"William, you did a great job..."

The Curse Master habitually wants to appease the Hook Demon.

But when he saw clearly the twisted demon that appeared from the ritual formation and lay low on the ground like a spider, his expression suddenly froze.

Fear froze his face, making him unable to move at all. He became like a mute stone statue.

This is……

——Deformed limb demon?!

How could the race of demons suddenly change?!

In other words, it... is it really William?

Or maybe there were other demonologists who seized and modified William's contract, allowing the deformed limb demon he controlled to be transported along the anti-summoning ritual——

But he didn't have time to think too much.

Aiwass controlled the Malformed Limb Demon and detached a twisted and dislocated malformed limb from his body at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

The "right hand" that originally looked normal was suddenly elongated rapidly - it became only two centimeters in thickness, but grew into a sharp claw that was more than two meters long.

The ferocious claws like bones grabbed his face, pushed him to the wall, and slowly lifted him up.

"Who are you……"

The deformed limb demon made an indistinct sound. It was like a sound coming from a nightmare.

Can talk...?

The curser, whose face was frozen with fear, looked as if he was about to cry at this moment.

He tried his best to hold the "right hand" of the deformed limb demon with both hands, so that his throat would not be ripped out directly due to his own weight.

To be able to make the Deformed Limb Demon speak such clear words...

...Have you met your senior?

"Say your name..."

The malformed limb demon asked again.

Its outstretched abnormal limbs slowly exerted force, crushing the curser's head like steel pliers.

Under the severe pain, the curser couldn't help but scream:

"——Aziz! Aziz bin Abdul——Save me...Senior, spare me!"

But the deformed limb demon didn't let go.

Instead, he increased his intensity, feeling the skull gradually deforming and making creaking sounds "in his hands".

"Who do you work for..." The Deformed Limb Demon changed his tone and asked in a sharp voice.

"—Moriarty! It's Professor James Moriarty!"

The curse master named Aziz screamed and abandoned his employer without hesitation: "It has nothing to do with me, I just collect money to do things - spare me, senior, sir, please, no

I...spare me! Help—help—"

Pfft——

The deformed limb stretched out by the deformed limb demon easily crushed the curser's head to pieces.

It's as easy as crushing a tomato.

——Even if everything in the ceremony was false, Aiwass had no intention of sparing him.

"It's just a little interest, Aziz. I hope you're not dead."

The deformed limb demon made an unclear voice: "I remember you...

"I will find you."

Having successfully obtained such important information, Aiwass felt that perhaps he should be happy.

He confirmed the upper limit of the "Pastoral Law" without any cost, and finished everything he wanted to do before the ceremony ended... He should relax and celebrate.

But at this moment he was a little unhappy.

What put Aiwass in a bad mood was that he heard another name from Curse Master Aziz that he didn't really want to hear... but was also expected.

——James Moriarty.

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